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old   muse   below. 

@DA3MONIUMS 
            
            exactly  what  it  /  sounds  /  like;  is  that  a  no  ?

@slajiuzn ⠀ ╱       ﹫       SHEN-SHISHU      :     .. what’s  /that/   supposed to mean? 

@DA3MONIUMS  /  RUNS

@slajiuzn ⠀ ╱       ﹫       SHEN-SHISHU      :     .. yes,   shen-shishu. 

@DA3MONIUMS 
            
            try  to  convince  me  otherwise  the  next  time  i  catch  you.

@slajiuzn ⠀ ╱       ﹫       SHEN-SHISHU      :     ..    yes,   sir.   i wasn’t looking anywhere else. 

old   muse   below 

@3LUTUS 
            
            i  thought  the  colours  would  suit  you,  and  naturally,  they  did.  you  look  ..lovely.

/   omg :(

@L0VETAH  ⠀ ╱       ﹫       elio      :     a flower crown?  oh my,  elio,  it’s..      i adore it. thank you. 

⠀⠀ ◌ ⠀ ﹐               ◟     tied with @L0VETAH

⠀⠀ ⠀ ╱       ﹫      a͟l͟i͟a͟s͟:          god of water,  enlightenment,  stillness. 
            ⠀⠀ ◌ ⠀ ﹐               ◟       male.
            ⠀⠀ ⠀ ╱       ﹫      h͟e͟/͟h͟i͟m͟
            ⠀⠀ ◌ ⠀ ﹐               ◟         immortal. physically twenty two years.

⠀⠀ ◌ ⠀ ﹐               ◟     arroyo.

old   muse   below 

/  u  shld..

@celcstial ▎* the truth he wants to give is not something he knows how to say, and he’s not even entirely sure he wants it to be said, either. he doesn’t need saving—     he doesn’t. this place is his home, these people are his family. hell, some of them have known him since birth. these are the people who have cared for him since the untimely death of his parents. these are the people who know him. he does belong here. no matter what this musician is saying. he /does./ he knows he hasn’t gotten the entirety of what’s been said, but he’s gotten enough, interpreted enough, for the message to be loud and clear. he shakes his head profusely. his hands are being held, so he cannot sign, settling to try to speak his response instead. the words may not come out perfectly, but it’ll do. *     no. i do belong. 

@solisted 
            
            [  with  the  hands  signing,  they’re  stopped  afterwards  by  his  own-  intertwining  with  their  fingers  in  a  gentle  hold.  they’re  held  out,  for  both  to  see,  ocean  hued  aqua  gaze  never  wavering  from  them.  ]  unsure  ?  hm,  well  why  are  you  here  ?  what  purpose  do  you  have  belonging  to  people  who  murder  others  ?  you  don’t  belong.  you  ..need  saving,  but  you  need  to  save  yourself  first  !  i  refuse  to  save  you  now,  unless  you  wish  for  it,  mn  ?

@celcstial ▎* a spike of something unusual stabs his chest;    unpleasant and unwanted. shame, he decides to identify as, even if he’s not entirely sure. it’s the easiest answer, and he doesn’t want to delve into the realms of his emotions quite yet. there’s too much held in them.      ..‘i don’t know,’    his hands are slow to move this time, and he doesn’t force out his voice alongside them. *